Large Texture 129 by ~mr-tiefenrausch

the art of it was too late;the art of by ~SuddenlyAutumn
far too late,
by the time my gaze found his
across the dim and drunken
tangle of a scene.
his eyes were dark, the color
of burning wood and
dust in a foreign country, the
kind of eyes my mother taught
me to fear, and rightly so;
i could already feel his
handprints welling in a